AN: this is something I made to amuse myself. No, I do not have any idea what the plot is! I just made it on a Monday morning so I didn't have to think about my R.E. HW. Also tell me some ideas for other chapters. Im already doing one for Aea's death, which should arrive in the next week or so.

Disclaimer: nope not me! Im only a worshipper of the books, not an owner! grins

Voldies acquaintances

A wand tip pressed painfully against her neck.

"Give it to me. Now!" Hissed the cloaked figure.

"I can't!" She cried.

"I don't have it! It was lost!"

"We'll just see about that shall we?" Whispered the voice, dangerously.

She screwed up her eyes.

"Crucio!" He screeched.

The girls face contorted with pain; not one sound escaped her lips.

The pain went on for a few agonizing minutes, then stopped.

His snake-like face came into view; lip-less mouth curled into a smirk; wand still at her neck.

"Now, Lyra. That hurt didn't it? Why not show me where you've hidden it; then I'll make all the pain go away."

His smirk grew bigger.

"You... you're going to kill me… aren't you? You're going to do away with me like you did Aea." Her eyes were full of fear; her voice shaking.

His smirk grew ever larger.

"Oh Lyra! Where did you get such an idea?!"

His voice made her shudder, but there was hope.

She looked straight into his gleaming red eyes, carefully shutting down her mind before saying

"From you."

The look on his face immediately dropped, to be replaced by a very sour one.

Lyra smirked.

"How dareyou! How dare you go there! You shall pay for what you have done! Cru…" He stopped, eyes widened in shock at what she showed him.

"Thought you might have heard of this." She said with a very unpleasant smile.

Lyra's right hand had made a very special sign. She spun her left-hand fingers around the two right-hand pointing fingers, gaining power.

"Seeing as we're at a stalemate…" She trailed off.

His face contorted with rage for a second, and then was forced into a smile.

"Of course."

She saw the flicker of an idea come alight in his scarleteyes; with a smirk and a swish of his cloak he was gone.

Lyra got up off the stickyfloor, picked up her wand and was gone in an instant.